Oh! It's the Canon
On the sands of centuries works of Art gather
into a sizzling body so tempting as to lead
us into a belief they are the best in their report,
never to be ravished by the savage slouching
on the metalloid street that leads nowhere
but to chaos – Anarchy's heaven. We follow
as the blind somewhere around norms, lighted
or sighted, and think that's all there is to it –
often thought of as something like destiny.
As for myself, I see life as it is – everyway
tempered by all of my striving hard not to let
my voice go down in the current of clamours,
so much of it which you don't know does rise
against the canon that's full of words and ideas
which you could replace with balls of fire.
Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-02-04 at 08:50
Tags Anxiety
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